Good-Bye Brielle
“When the new sites grow old and I start to feel cold, I’ll sail home again.” –Brielle, Sky Sailing
“When the new sites grow old and I start to feel cold, I’ll sail home again.” –Brielle, Sky Sailing
The innumerable caves were twisting, turning passages never ended. Perhaps it was a maze. She kept walking, shuffling through the misty clouds that swirled around her feet. They felt nothing like mist. It looked like an almost liquid mixture of powdered snow and the fluff of the bunny rabbit she had encountered a few passages […]
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